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+ 3 this should be fun...sorry for the long ass post.
Duke needed to go for another run. After the day before, running so much and going after the cow elk with Lorenzo and Wayne…he was getting antsier than normal. Being able to work like he used to do, chasing and cutting cattle, working hard and getting the love from his rider for doing such a good job. Back home, in the heat and humidity that made Texas, they had worked hard for hours on end, not taking a break until all the chores were done and it was time for bed. After traveling and getting cozy in the cold north…working wasn’t as hard or fulfilling anymore. He was starting to really feel a desire to just go, go, go all the time now. Mares and other horses didn’t really appeal to him, just running, working, physical exertion was a thrill.
Dixie loved holding on, the feeling of flying that she got from clinging to the back of such a huge creature as he let himself go. There was no saddle this time, no reins or anything. She just used the muscles in her legs and gripped his mane in both fists. Her short body leaned down low, pressed almost flat to his back and neck as he ran full out. Sand flew into the air behind him as he ran, his smallish hooves digging into the beach and ripping it apart. Foam began to build around his mouth and on his neck and shoulders, flecks flying off with each beat.
The small stallion’s breathing became labored as he kept running; refusing to give up until his legs hurt and standing was hard without shaking. All his girl had to do was hold on and enjoy the ride…until he stumbled. Dixie sat back quickly and yipped at him lightly, tugging on his mane and squeezing her legs tightly. Whoooa, ease up, sweety. Time to slow down and relax. He whickered softly and slowed to a choppy trot, lifting his hooves in a high prance with each step. The slower pace meant that there was less noise and Dixie was finally able to hear over the horse and the ocean’s loud crashing. A soft melody tinkled through the air, a flute she knew, coming from somewhere close.
Duke pulled up and began walking slowly, looking around as if to search for the sound as well. He saw Lorenzo first and trotted closer, recognizing the boy from the hunt. A soft whinny was given to warn him of their approach, and Dixie turned to see her friend sitting there…with a flute. Who would have thought that the big monster of a young man liked music…and had talent? Slipping down off of Duke’s back, she walked over to Lorenzo and sank down onto the sand at his side, head tilted and ears perked up. That sounds lovely, Enzo…keep playing, please?
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